Breathe - Sam Wills

Sometimes I get nervous

What will they say, what will happen?

Ooh, what will I become?

It’s getting late

The moon is full, the wolves begin to cry again

Say that you’ll be there for me

For me

'Cause this story’s about to breathe, to breathe

To breathe, to breathe

Breathe, oh

Breathe

To breathe